"It's pointless for us to continue to stalemate like this, we need to kill as many Iraqis as we can now instead of wasting time here in a senseless way, so I think, how about we take a step back!"

Okamoto Sakata looked at the white man in front of him, his eyes rolled a little, and decided that it was better not to waste time for the time being, for the two of them, the most important thing was to complete the task and get the top three.

Marcelo nodded: "Of course, I think it's better for me to stay away from you, you stay here and don't move, otherwise, I promise I'll shoot immediately!" ”

After Marcelo finished speaking, slowly, little by little, he stepped back very cautiously, the two of them are now guarding each other, Marcelo is very careful with every step, and neither of them dares to show any flaws now.

"OK, we had a great time working together for the first time, and I hope we can have a good time working together this time!" Marcelo retreated roughly to a safe area, and after screaming, he immediately pounced, jumped to another place, and disappeared under Okamoto's gun.

After Okamoto saw Marcelo leave, he kept the muzzle of his gun on Marcelo's possible position for a minute before slowly retreating from the other exit position.

The other side of the battlefield

Yu Yang hid behind a discarded tank, constantly firing at the Iraqis, he had forgotten that this was the first magazine he had emptied, and he no longer had any ammunition in reserve.

The weapons were all picked up from the corpses of Iraq, and the types were very complex, including five or six, AKs, and some M16s eliminated by the US military.

"I need a weapon, I need a weapon, any of you send me a weapon!" After emptying the AK in his hand again, Yu Yang shouted.

After hearing Yu Yang's call, another American soldier not far from him pointed to the tank in front of Yu Yang: "Yu, there is a weapon rack in the tank next to you, there should be weapons on it, you go in and find it!" ”

"Roger, thank you!" Yu Yang directly grabbed one of the handles of the tank with his hand, and then climbed onto the M1A1 main battle tank of the U.S. army with all his strength.

There was no damage to this tank, it was simply abandoned by the Americans, fortunately the Iraqis were stupid and did not drive the tank, otherwise the building might have been laid down by now.

And these tank drivers have long since fled into the building, and the Americans have perfectly inherited the British genes for the gift of discarding ordnance, completely discarding a well-preserved weapon of war, exactly as the British did when they were in Burma.

As soon as he climbed on top of the tank, several bullets hit the area around Yu Yang's tank, and Yu Yang drilled directly into the tank.

Thank you to these tank crews who didn't care about it when they fled for their lives and opened the manhole cover of the tank, otherwise, Yu Yang wouldn't know where to get into this tank, after all, he had never touched the tanks of the American army.

Rolling into the tank, Yu Yang immediately shivered, he was sweating from the battle just now, the air conditioner in the US tank was still on, the temperature outside was at least thirty-five degrees, and there were only more than twenty degrees in the tank, and Yu Yang, who was sweating, immediately got goosebumps from the cold.

"Damn, Americans are really going to enjoy it!" Yu Yang looked at the inside of the tank, and there was an uneaten watermelon, and immediately picked it up and devoured a few bites, but he didn't have time to swallow it at all, so he went to the weapon rack and picked up a handful of M4 and seven magazines and loaded them on his body, and climbed out of the tank again.

As soon as he jumped out of the tank, a wounded Iraqi soldier suddenly jumped up, grabbed Yu Yang's thigh, and threw Yu Yang to the ground.

Caught off guard, Yu Yang was directly pulled to the ground, and the Iraqi wounded soldier pounced forward and pressed Yu Yang under him, but his thigh was injured, and his movement was very inconvenient, and he only pressed Yu Yang's chest.

Yu Yang smashed his fist on the head of the wounded Iraqi soldier, then turned over hard, directly pressed the Iraqi soldier under his body, and then smashed the head of the wounded Iraqi soldier with the butt of the gun in his hand, and the blood on his face had just coagulated, and it was dyed red again.

"Phew!" Yu Yang chewed his mouth and swallowed a little watermelon in his mouth, more of which was directly spit out by Yu Yang, and the watermelon mixed with human blood did not taste very good.

"The devil, the devil, the man-eating devil!" An Iraqi soldier hid in a bunker not far behind the tank, and had just been aiming at Yu Yang for a long time.

Just as he was about to shoot, he saw Yu Yang spit out a large red object from his mouth, like human flesh, and immediately frightened his soul, dropped the weapon in his hand, and ran backwards.

After Yu Yang heard the movement, he immediately glanced over, he didn't know what this Iraqi was shouting, but it didn't seem to be a good word, so he immediately pulled the trigger and killed the Iraqi directly.

"Damn, why are there so many Iraqis here!" Yu Yang picked up his weapon and saw that he was scurrying in the tank, walked seven or eight steps, and met four or five Iraqi soldiers, some were injured or not, and some pretended to be dead, but they were all killed by Yu Yang, and some came to the gate without danger.

The Iraqis have already begun to retreat, and the news of Qusay's retreat has spread throughout the Iraqi army, and the retreat that was originally still in order has turned into a rout.

The Iraqi commanders who had occasionally appeared before have disappeared, and now all that is left on the battlefield is a group of stragglers, about 3,000 people, what is the scene of more than 3,000 people retreating in a chaotic manner? You can throw two bricks at random and hit one or two people, or even more.

The Iraqis retreated very quickly, Yu Yang shot while shooting, and couldn't catch up with these Iraqis at all, Yu Yang frantically pulled the trigger, looked at the Iraqi soldiers who were getting farther and farther away, gritted his teeth, and directly turned over and jumped into a US main battle tank not far behind.

He may not be able to fire tanks, nor can he operate the fire control system of the US military, but he has been an armored soldier for three months, and he can still drive the tank.

"Yu, what are you going to do, damn it, those Iraqis have RPGs in their hands!" After seeing the Iraqis begin to retreat, John breathed a long sigh of relief, stood at the window to observe the battlefield situation, and saw Yu Yang jump into a tank, and then the tank began to move slowly!

Yu Yang, who killed the red eye, didn't care about so much at all, and when he stepped on the accelerator, the tank engine roared, and he rushed out of the gate of the US military camp.

PS: At 10:20 a.m., I was happy to get a daughter, I was happy to get tiles, six pounds and four taels, this chapter was given to my cute little twelve, I hope that the little twelve can be healthy and grow happily, hey, hey, hey, hey.